Liz Cassidy was the one to christen me with the nickname "Bob the Blob" around my 17th day in the program. When it came to getting into my head, I was a fucking Kung Fool Master. I remember one rap, I'm sitting on the front row in Milton Roy holding my left fist on my leg with my right hand wrapped around the left thumb pretending it was the joystick of a Grumman F-4U Corsair with six .50 caliber machine guns and a full rocket load and I was flying around overhead all over Park Street/Tyrone straffing the staff member's cars and bombing the shit out of staff offices. My eyes were all glazed over from the effects of dehydration and sleep deprevation to the point that I did'nt even see M. Ward's fire hazzard puffy red hairdoo not more than 6 inches from my face as she began screaming at me from the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing Bob?" I swam up out of my daydream and groggily asked her, "Do you drive that little yellow Datsun outside?"
"Yeah, what's it too you?" I slipped back into my head, banked the Corsair over Cross Bayou, flew back towards the building alongside the Bay Pines Bridge and dropped a 500 pounder right on top of her damn car. I gotta hand it to "Big Red", she showed great restraint in the fact that she did'nt grab hold of me and shake me, I came out of my daze and all my ears registered was a shrill tone, like you get when a firecracker blows off a little too close to your head. I just see this angry young staff trainee screaming at me at high volume, spittle flying into my face, and all I could think about was what it would be like to be married to her. In a weird way, it sort of turned me on....... I mean I got this bitch screaming and if you closed your eyes you really could'nt tell if she was really angry or just having some real good sex. This was the seed that got planted that had a lasting effect on the first few phases of my program as far as the girls were concerned. From that day forth, I did'nt feel comfortable having girls talk to me. I did what ever it took to get them worked up enough to start screaming at me, then I felt at peace, like I was finally getting through to them. Thanks Woof, now I have something new to talk to my shrink about for a change.